Ces Nuits, Ces Jours [these Nights, These Days]
these nights
i sit in a fold-out couch
a apartemente parisien
No 5 Rue des Chantiers
and my heart takes the
20 hour flight
9 hour time change
back to home
just to hear your voice
occasionally on the
other end of the line.
these days
i walk down the paris streets
Rue du Cardinal Lemoine
Rue des Étoiles
Rue du Lamange
rain drumming on my
parisian wool hat
the world around me
all grey
and my heart takes
the 5,000 mile trek back
to the vibrancy
of my days with you.
now i act as though
i speak français
put the “r”s in my throat
i swallow l’escargots
have only un croissant
and café au lait
for breakfast
and my heart
too tired from
these days
and these nights
cries alone
and cries out
for the familiarity
of my old love
my old despair
my old drama
my old trials
and tribulations
avec, pour
you
in this new
foreign land
my heart is living in.
Copyright © Allison Kinzy | Year Posted 2007
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